Nathan Phipps
Mush Room
Ever since the age of seven years old I have found myself attracted to the rebellious nature that is so often associated with my generation’s culture. In addition to my innate desire for rebellion, I have held a strong lust to view life from a more spiritual and artistic perspective. I hold these desires to, in part, be the spawn of one significant moment in my life. This event being, the out of body experience in which occurred due to my consumption of a batch of poorly processed spaghetti, specifically the mushrooms cooked into the sauce. Resulting from my experience, I have found that mushrooms have helped to define me both spiritually and artistically, while simultaneously encouraging the rebelliousness of my generation, through the stream of inspiration in which this food has provided and through the controversial side to which mushrooms are associated with.
Before hallucinogens I was a pretty average person. I woke up late on Saturdays. I went to school. I did my homework. I played video games. I never stood out in any aspect…especially creativity. This was a problem because it left my brother and sister to hog up all the glory. It wasn’t till I was about twelve years old when I experienced my first hallucination. I was in Cincinnati, Kentucky visiting my grandma, as I regularly do, when it happened.
A thrilled young lad I was, as I stacked the various knives, plates and silverware on the small oak table, under the command of my grandmother. I remember her asking me if I wanted red spaghetti sauce, or Cincinnati chili spaghetti sauce. Though the Cincinnati chili sauce is a huge part of the diet and culture of Kentucky, I lightly refused the offer with an apology for my preference towards the red sauce. She nodded and urged me to retract my apology, as it was unnecessary because she loved my input. After an hour or so of preparations, the spaghetti sauce was cooked. My grandmother bragged about using natural mushrooms that both her and my mother had picked over the course of the day. Eager and restless, I piled the mound of slippery noodles into my mouth, steam dripping from the sides.
It seems clichea to say that my grandmother’s cooking was the best, but just as all grandmothers seem to have a taste for savory foods, my grandma was no exception. After scarfing down the bowl of noodles, I thanked my grandma and proceeded to watch T.V. Thirty minutes later I felt as though I were a transient butterfly clasping the wind as I floated by. This psychedelic feeling was more than likely the cause of the mushrooms picked by my Grandmother. Though I have little support for this assumption, it still seems like the most feasible guess and thus I believe the mushrooms to have produced the forthcoming hallucinations.
As nausea began to takeover my body, I drifted towards my room to lye down for a bit. It was then that I realized something wasn’t right. The experience I was undergoing was intensifying, and I began to visualize ghosts and specters alike flying in through the walls. It wasn’t until the peak of my hallucination when I finally closed my eyes and shut out the rest of the world. After several hours of cringing and staring, I dozed off into the dream world.
When I awoke everything was back to normal again, and I looked back on the night as if it were a part of me. I felt as though it had made me a stronger person to have suffered such violent hallucinations, and I sorely missed the free falling feeling which had come with my visualizations. The day after my visual experience, I felt more connected to a higher power. I suddenly felt as though there was another part to existence. To me, it seemed as though there was another realm holding the souls which had flown into my room. This led me to the prospect of religion. No one in my family had retained a strict relationship with the Catholic Church, though that was our religion. But after my experience I forced my mother to take me their every Sunday, so I could avoid being the next one to fly in through an unsuspecting child’s room.
Also, since the first time I had unofficially tripped from bad food, I had become an adrenalin junkie. This had resulted in me trying to witlessly scare myself around every threshold of life in which I crossed. I hold my trip responsible for inspiring me to take up extreme sports as a way to reenact the feeling in which I had encountered the night of my trip. My next experience with the food began around the time when illegal hallucinogens and other drugs began to re-popularize.
Three or four years later, I recalled my lust to repeat the traumatic childhood occurrence. My temptation had been contrived from my insatiable thirst to be creative and endure. After learning that the feeling of weightlessness and the hallucinations that occurred could be reproduced, it wasn’t long before I exploited my findings to improve upon my own artistic abilities. The idea that solidified me eating psychedelic mushrooms for the first time was the fact that I knew I was breaking the law, and that I would likely receive the highest thrill from this questionable activity.
My best friends and I were at a Pixies concert when we collectively decided to consume the chemical known as psilocybin. It was nearing the start of the concert when I finally devoured all the mushrooms given to me. I had no idea where my mind was, but it wasn’t on earth, and it wasn’t in space. It was, in a way, the most euphoric and grueling sensation of my entire life. I had found an immensely pleasurable activity with monetary risk (such as bad trips, or legality concerns) to feed my once suppressed appetite for art and chaos.
As I fell deeper into the colorful world beyond ours, I felt a strange connection with the earth. I felt enlightened and soothed by what had been deemed by the media as a dangerous and highly illegal chemical. It was from this that I adopted my own holistic perspective on everything. As I thought deeper about the knowledge I had held my entire life, I came to the conclusion that most of what I knew had just been absorbed, and how very little of the information I had retained was my own original thought.
This enlightenment has since led me to rebel even further against the law, and has helped me to ignore the words I here and take a stand for my own beliefs. Resulting from my experience with mushrooms and psilocybin I have developed spiritually, athletically, and artistically. The adoption of sports, to me, is the most significant effect of my intense out of body experience and because of this I have learned to excel in controlling my brain’s subconscious thought process in producing adrenaline and automated responses. Overall, I feel that psilocybin has had a very vast impact over both my culture and me.
Mush Room
Ever since the age of seven years old I have found myself attracted to the rebellious nature that is so often associated with my generation’s culture. In addition to my innate desire for rebellion, I have held a strong lust to view life from a more spiritual and artistic perspective. I hold these desires to, in part, be the spawn of one significant moment in my life. This event being, the out of body experience in which occurred due to my consumption of a batch of poorly processed spaghetti, specifically the mushrooms cooked into the sauce. Resulting from my experience, I have found that mushrooms have helped to define me both spiritually and artistically, while simultaneously encouraging the rebelliousness of my generation, through the stream of inspiration in which this food has provided and through the controversial side to which mushrooms are associated with.
Before hallucinogens I was a pretty average person. I woke up late on Saturdays. I went to school. I did my homework. I played video games. I never stood out in any aspect…especially creativity. This was a problem because it left my brother and sister to hog up all the glory. It wasn’t till I was about twelve years old when I experienced my first hallucination. I was in Cincinnati, Kentucky visiting my grandma, as I regularly do, when it happened.
A thrilled young lad I was, as I stacked the various knives, plates and silverware on the small oak table, under the command of my grandmother. I remember her asking me if I wanted red spaghetti sauce, or Cincinnati chili spaghetti sauce. Though the Cincinnati chili sauce is a huge part of the diet and culture of Kentucky, I lightly refused the offer with an apology for my preference towards the red sauce. She nodded and urged me to retract my apology, as it was unnecessary because she loved my input. After an hour or so of preparations, the spaghetti sauce was cooked. My grandmother bragged about using natural mushrooms that both her and my mother had picked over the course of the day. Eager and restless, I piled the mound of slippery noodles into my mouth, steam dripping from the sides.
It seems clichea to say that my grandmother’s cooking was the best, but just as all grandmothers seem to have a taste for savory foods, my grandma was no exception. After scarfing down the bowl of noodles, I thanked my grandma and proceeded to watch T.V. Thirty minutes later I felt as though I were a transient butterfly clasping the wind as I floated by. This psychedelic feeling was more than likely the cause of the mushrooms picked by my Grandmother. Though I have little support for this assumption, it still seems like the most feasible guess and thus I believe the mushrooms to have produced the forthcoming hallucinations.
As nausea began to takeover my body, I drifted towards my room to lye down for a bit. It was then that I realized something wasn’t right. The experience I was undergoing was intensifying, and I began to visualize ghosts and specters alike flying in through the walls. It wasn’t until the peak of my hallucination when I finally closed my eyes and shut out the rest of the world. After several hours of cringing and staring, I dozed off into the dream world.
When I awoke everything was back to normal again, and I looked back on the night as if it were a part of me. I felt as though it had made me a stronger person to have suffered such violent hallucinations, and I sorely missed the free falling feeling which had come with my visualizations. The day after my visual experience, I felt more connected to a higher power. I suddenly felt as though there was another part to existence. To me, it seemed as though there was another realm holding the souls which had flown into my room. This led me to the prospect of religion. No one in my family had retained a strict relationship with the Catholic Church, though that was our religion. But after my experience I forced my mother to take me their every Sunday, so I could avoid being the next one to fly in through an unsuspecting child’s room.
Also, since the first time I had unofficially tripped from bad food, I had become an adrenalin junkie. This had resulted in me trying to witlessly scare myself around every threshold of life in which I crossed. I hold my trip responsible for inspiring me to take up extreme sports as a way to reenact the feeling in which I had encountered the night of my trip. My next experience with the food began around the time when illegal hallucinogens and other drugs began to re-popularize.
Three or four years later, I recalled my lust to repeat the traumatic childhood occurrence. My temptation had been contrived from my insatiable thirst to be creative and endure. After learning that the feeling of weightlessness and the hallucinations that occurred could be reproduced, it wasn’t long before I exploited my findings to improve upon my own artistic abilities. The idea that solidified me eating psychedelic mushrooms for the first time was the fact that I knew I was breaking the law, and that I would likely receive the highest thrill from this questionable activity.
My best friends and I were at a Pixies concert when we collectively decided to consume the chemical known as psilocybin. It was nearing the start of the concert when I finally devoured all the mushrooms given to me. I had no idea where my mind was, but it wasn’t on earth, and it wasn’t in space. It was, in a way, the most euphoric and grueling sensation of my entire life. I had found an immensely pleasurable activity with monetary risk (such as bad trips, or legality concerns) to feed my once suppressed appetite for art and chaos.
As I fell deeper into the colorful world beyond ours, I felt a strange connection with the earth. I felt enlightened and soothed by what had been deemed by the media as a dangerous and highly illegal chemical. It was from this that I adopted my own holistic perspective on everything. As I thought deeper about the knowledge I had held my entire life, I came to the conclusion that most of what I knew had just been absorbed, and how very little of the information I had retained was my own original thought.
This enlightenment has since led me to rebel even further against the law, and has helped me to ignore the words I here and take a stand for my own beliefs. Resulting from my experience with mushrooms and psilocybin I have developed spiritually, athletically, and artistically. The adoption of sports, to me, is the most significant effect of my intense out of body experience and because of this I have learned to excel in controlling my brain’s subconscious thought process in producing adrenaline and automated responses. Overall, I feel that psilocybin has had a very vast impact over both my culture and me.
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